Talk:Corsairs' Vengeance/@comment-32303-20150411001208/@comment-32303-20150414225608

"Ah agree." The same grim expression passed over Rake's face as he squeezed her paw. "An' a base means, they'll ha' tae to gae back there tae get reinforcements. Lady, they'll rue the day they ever thought aboot attackin' Salamandastron. Ef ye gi' the word, ah'll arm evra paw an' look frae the scum's hideoot mahself. Ef ye cut off the adder's haid. . . " Rake reached behind him and drew both claymores, jumping away from Lady Wildstripe as he spoke and spun both blades in a flashing arc before bringing them down together hard on his last words as though severing a serpent's head. He looked back to her.